Hmm, how does one begin such a thing? Do you take off your shoe, and place a cabbage on your ear? Or does it have something to do with the funny little green man that just happens to follow me around everywhere I go. Damn that gub-gub, him and his pot o' gold. I don't care about the riches anymore, I just want to eat west, south of the border… down
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